Hieronymus Bosch’s Booty Music


imageHieronymus Bosch, Garden of Earthly Delights (details), c. 1490-1510, oil on panel.  Museo del Prado, Madrid

In case you haven’t heard, a college student transcribed and recorded a musical score written across the bum of an individual in Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights

You didn’t know Proust was an Oulipian author?

"You think that, like a Mormon, I’m posthumously baptizing and dunking into the waters of Potentiality everything that crosses my path?”

Eric Oglander

Eric Oglander

"Don’t talk to me about politics," the colonel would tell him. "Our business is selling little fishes." The rumour that he didn’t want to hear anything about the situation in the country because he was growing rich in his workshop made Ursula laugh when it reached her ears. With her terrible practical sense she could not understand the colonel’s business as he exchanged little fishes for gold coins, and then converted the coins into little fishes, and so on…

(from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabrial Garcia Marquez)

"I want to drink a bottle of wine with you again, in a warm, sunny, green place again, where we don’t have to think much about the next day or the rest of the week again, or ask how did we get here or what are we doing again."

Draft #2 of the story I posted in August. (constructive criticism much appreciated)

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"Until now she had always believed that it was failure only that was intolerable, but now she understood that victory too was intolerable, because the most shameful element of the desperate struggle was not that she remained on top, but that there was no chance of defeat"

(from Satantango by László Krasznahorkai)